[She rolls her eyes a little as she sets about setting and splinting his leg; it'll need either a cast or more intensive reconstructive magic than she's capable of or both, later, but that would need to wait until swelling was no longer an issue even if they weren't in a rustic cabin half-way up a mountain.]

I'm not going to try to fix everything here, but I would at least like to make an effort to keep you from going massively septic in the general abdominal region before we can get you to a proper operating table. Mothers, why are soldiers like this.